Every day It’s getting worse
‘cause every night I’m getting hurt.
How can I tell you
if I can’t even tell myself.

All that is left is my ego and endless critique.

Hands off.
Hands on.

Track Name: Feed Me A Stray Cat

Pages, scattered all over the floor
I’ve seen this happen before
To child that was left with a father, a son, a ministers child
Was there no reason to take this out on you?
Will you ever know, if so, tell me, why was she left with a stutter?

Listen to these words, you must go now
This is no home, leave, please,
I’m begging
Lying on the floor, screaming her throughout that door
Because I’ve seen this before